Page 32 of The Devil's Revelation
Her face flushes at my words, and her eyes go glassy again. “I don’t know what to say to you,” she says softly.
I smile at her. “Don’t say anything. Just make sure when you dream tonight, it’s of me. I’ll text you.” I lean down and press a hard kiss to her mouth, before I pull away and force myself to step back. Izzy climbs in and starts the car, but she looks at me briefly, and our gazes hold a moment before she looks away and drives out of the lot.
I walk over to my bike. As I straddle it, I curse silently at the pressure in my dick. This is going to be one long ride.
By the time I reach the clubhouse, I’m cursing myself. I shouldn’t have sent her home. I should have convinced her to either come with me or for us to go to her place. Now she’s got time to rethink everything, and with a woman like Izzy, that probably won’t end in my favor.
Damn it. What the hell is wrong with me when it comes to this woman? I’m an asshole for what I said to her when we first met, and I’m an asshole for getting her off in a parking lot where anyone could have seen. Fuck. I lose all sense where she’s concerned, and that can’t happen.
I don’t want anything that even resembles a relationship. I’m happy being single, without having to worry about a woman every day. So why does it feel like I’m fooling myself and slowly sinking towards something I’m not sure I can fight?
I’m probably just horny, I reason as I pull up to the gate outside the clubhouse. It’s been a few months since I got laid, and I’m obviously thinking more with my cock than my head. If I was smart, I would go into the clubhouse, find the nearest club girl and get rid of this hard on. So why does the thought make my gut sour?
I park my bike in its usual spot and head inside, feeling confused and pissed off. No surprise when I walk inside a few of the brothers are getting busy with some of the club girls, while others are playing a video game or pool. I nearly roll my eyes when Shyla, one of the club girls, screams so loud I’m sure Syn can hear it at her farm next door. It’s over dramatic, and from the annoyed look on Titan’s face, he knows it, though it doesn’t stop him from pounding inside her, right there bent over the bar.
I don’t see Mom or Sage around, so that’s probably why the guys are feeling a bit more adventurous. Instead of watching the show, I head up to my room and lock the door behind me. I head into my adjoining bathroom, stripping quickly, before I get into the cool shower.
Even the cold water does nothing to ease the ache in my balls. I stay under the spray for a few moments, arm braced against the tile wall, head down. I glare at my dick, which is erect and angry at me for denying him the chance to be inside Izzy. But I know, deep down, that if I push Izzy for more than she’s ready for, she would regret it.
Fuck, why did life have to become so damn complicated?
First things first, I need to take care of this hard on. The last thing I need is a sleepless night. Even if I know I’m lying to myself. There is no way I’m not going to be dreaming of Izzy and of what I want to do to her the next time we’re alone. Because I’d have to be a fool to think I’ll never see her again.
